he looked through the glass
he sat back and watched
the horror unfold
in the black and dust
his hand was so big
it covered my mouth
tonight was the night
my spirit would fall out
until the end
he stood pretty close
only to say
his hands would still choke
his laugh was loud
covering up my screams
letting me know
i can not plead
death was fast
i never did see
the light that came
was waiting for me.
YOU ARE READING
poems for the hurt
Poetrythis is chapters of poems that i wrote when i was upset and needed to cry. ihope you guys like and i hope some of this makes you feel better knowing that your not the only one going throu a hard time
